Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 21:49:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Brant
Subject: Black Boots in the Boy Scouts - Authoritarian, High School, Military
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Black Boots in the Boy Scouts
Steve was seventeen years old and going into his senior year of high
school. He made pretty good grades at school and was a fairly aggressive
boy. Steve was also a boy scout and had just made Eagle Scout two months
before. Steve was really proud of his achievement and it showed in the way
he tended to boss around the other scouts in the troop. Mr. Harley, the
Scout Master, was content for Steve to handle these matters as it was one
less thing for him to worry about.
Steve had always loved uniforms, but when he got into junior high school
he realized that uniforms, particularly those worn by soldiers or police
with spit shined combat boots, had a new effect on him. They caused his
cock to get hard. When he looked at pictures of men in shiny black boots
and rubbed his crotch, he sensed a warm glow in his cock. While in seventh
grade he joined the boy scouts because he could wear a uniform. Then too, a
couple of the high school students he knew in his local troop wore
regulation black army combat boots.
After a year of being an average member of his troop he was approached
by one of the older boys who was working toward Eagle Scout. Gus said that
one of his badges he had to earn was mentoring. He wanted to know if Steve
was willing to have his own personal trainer to help him get his badges
more quickly and show him some of the secrets of getting ahead. Steve was
overwhelmed by the offer and readily agreed. The fact that Gus wore black
army combat boots that you could see your face in was even more exciting.
Gus suggested that they have their first meeting at his house after
school. Both his parents worked, so they had the place pretty much to
themselves. Gus took Steve to his room and showed off his uniform and all
his badges. Steve saw his combat boots on the floor of his closet and
picked one up. "Do you like those boots?" Gus asked. Steve nodded as he
looked at his mirror image in the toe of the boot. "I can teach you how to
shine your boots like that, plus lots of other secret things. But first
you'll have to buy a pair of combat boots. You can get a pair of Altama
boots at the Army-Navy Store in town. Tell your parents you need to get the
boots to complete your uniform."
The next afternoon Steve's dad took him to the Army-Navy Store and
bought him the regulation army speed lace combat boots. The following day
Steve went to Gus' house after school with his new boots in his
backpack. Gus met him at the front door. He had changed out of his Nikes
that he wore to school and was wearing his spit-shined boots. They went to
his bedroom and Gus told Steve to sit on the floor. He then got out a cloth
and his Kiwi boot polish and showed Steve how to rub some polish on the
cloth that covered his right index finger. He then said: "Although they
call it spit shine, I don't like the idea of spitting on my boots, so I
just run my tongue over the smooth leather. He picked up one of Steve's
boots, ran his tongue over the toe and then began rubbing polish into the
leather with a circular motion of his finger. He then handed the rag to
Steve and let him take over. Steve cradled the boot in his crotch as he
rubbed the boot polish into the thick leather. Soon the smell of the new
leather and the rubbing of the boot on his crotch began to have their
effect. As his cock began to swell he began to worry if Gus could
see. After ten minutes Gus took the boot for a closer inspection. As he
pulled it away, he noticed Steve's cock spring up. "What's this, Steve boy?
Are you getting a hard-on while polishing your boots?"
Steve was at a loss for words, but finally said something about it felt
good. Gus told him to stand up and come over to the desk chair where he was
now sitting. He grabbed Steve's dick through his pants and began to
rub. Steve let out a gasp at the unexpected action. "You like that, don't
you? It feels good, right? Don't be ashamed, man. It's natural. In fact
I was going to tell you in a couple of weeks that part of my mentoring is
to teach you about sex. Would you like that?"
Steve responded: "Yes, sir! I'd like that." With that he took a deep
breath and said: "Please Gus, my cock is really getting hard. I'm afraid
some white fuck is going to come out of it, unless you stop."
Gus got a wicked grin on his face when he said: "Sounds like you've been
jacking off. Is this true?" Steve nodded. Gus began unbuckling his belt and
pulled down his fly and then his pants and underpants. He then wrapped his
hand around Steve's ramrod stiff member. Steve let out a moan and said:
"It's coming." Gus replied, "Quick, get that white rag under my bed." Steve
grabbed the rag which was stiff in parts. "This is my jack-off rag. Every
good scout should keep one under his bed so that when he masturbates, he
doesn't get fuck all over his clothes. Gus wrapped the rag around Steve's
cock and rubbed it only a couple of times before Steve shot his wad with a
big groan.
"Nice shot, Scout," Gus said. "Now I want to teach you another way to
jack off, but first I think you need to acknowledge that I am the master
and you are the learner. The best way is for you to get down on the floor
and lick my boots." On hearing this Steve hesitated, but Gus pressed his
advantage by pushing his head down on his boot. Steve began licking. Gus
urged him on with advice: "Push your tongue out further. Lick the toe
fully. Get your tongue down where the leather and the sole attach. Now lick
the shafts with long full slobber licks. I want to see my boots gleaming
with your spit."
When Gus was satisfied that both his boots had been well serviced he
pulled Steve up to his crotch and said: "Besides using a hand to jack off,
you can also use your mouth. Since you are the learner and I am the master,
I want you to start sucking on my cock until it gets hard and cums." Steve
did as he was told and soon Gus was moving his head back and forth to a
fast paced rhythm. He then said: "Steve, I'm getting ready to cum. Now I
want to warn you, not to spit out my cum when I fill your mouth, just
swallow it. In fact it is good for you. The more man juice you swallow the
faster your balls can manufacture your own fuck." With that he shot his
load into Steve's mouth.
When he had recovered he said: "Shit, we've been at this stuff for more
than an hour. You'd better be on your way home. Here take your boots and
this can of boot polish and rag and I want you to work on your boots until
they are as shiny as mine." With that Steve collected his things and took
off.
(To be continued in chapter two.)